Her Beautiful Eyes
Hereafter, The
His Mother's Way
His Vigil
Home at Night
Home Going, The
Hoodoo, The
Hoosier Folk Child, The
How John Quit the Farm

Iron Horse, The
Iry and Billy and Jo

Jack the Giant Killer
Jap Miller
John Alden and Percilly
John Brown
John McKeen
Judith
June at Woodruff
Just to Be Good

Last Night And This
Let Us Forget
Little Fat Doctor, The
Longfellow
Lounger, A

Monument for the Soldiers, A
Mr. What's His Name
My Friend

Nessmuk
North and South

Old Retired Sea Captain, The
Old Winters on the Farm
Old Year and the New, The
On the Banks o' Deer Crick
Out of Nazareth

Passing of A Heart, The
Plaint Human, The

Quarrel, The
Quiet Lodger, The

Reach Your Hand to Me
Right Here at Home
Rival, The
Rivals, The; or the Showman's Ruse
Robert Burns Wilson
Rose, The

September Dark
Shoemaker, The
Singer, The
Sister Jones's Confession
Sleep
Some Scattering Remarks of Bub's
Song of Long Ago, A
Southern Singer, A
Suspense

Thanksgiving
Their Sweet Sorrow
Them Flowers
To an Importunate Ghost
To Hear Her Sing
Tom Van Arden
To the Serenader
Tugg Martin
Twins, The

Wandering Jew, The
Watches of the Night, The
Water Color, A
We to Sigh Instead of Sing
What Chris'mas Fetched the Wigginses
When Age Comes On
Where Away
While the Musician Played
Wife Blesséd, The
Wraith of Summertime, A

GREEN FIELDS AND RUNNING BROOKS

GREEN FIELDS AND RUNNING BROOKS

Ho! green fields and running brooks!
Knotted strings and fishing hooks
Of the truant, stealing down
Weedy backways of the town.

Where the sunshine overlooks,
By green fields and running brooks,
All intruding guests of chance
With a golden tolerance,

Cooing doves, or pensive pair
Of picnickers, straying there
By green fields and running brooks,
Sylvan shades and mossy nooks!

And O Dreamer of the Days,
Murmurer of roundelays
All unsung of words or books,
Sing green fields and running brooks!

A COUNTRY PATHWAY.

I come upon it suddenly, alone
A little pathway winding in the weeds
That fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own,
I wander as it leads.

Full wistfully along the slender way,
Through summer tan of freckled shade and shine,
I take the path that leads me as it may
Its every choice is mine.

A chipmunk, or a sudden whirring quail,
Is startled by my step as on I fare
A garter snake across the dusty trail
Glances and is not there.